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Angel of Mercy
I don’t know why I got stabbed. I don’t know why I healed overnight.
I don’t know why I keep seeing the same guy in my dreams, on the sidewalk, at the minimart near my apartment – the insanely hot guy with the piercing blue eyes that nobody can see but me.
I have to follow him. I have to talk to him.
And he’s not the only one stalking me. That guy with the knife? He’s still out there, and he knows where I live.
I have to know. What am I now? Am I still human? Am I part angel? Or am I something new?

* This is the first book in a completed, five book series about fallen angels and demons, and contains a cliffhanger.

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The Fallen books 1-3 are now available as a boxed set for your kindle. I’ve never done a boxed set before, but it looks awful spiffy doesn’t it? (thanks James for the lovely pic, as usual!) Easy to navigate between books from the table of contents, this set contains Angel of Mercy, Mercy for the Wicked, Mercy for the Damned, deleted scenes form Mercy for the Damned and a preview of Child of Mercy. It can be found here on Amazon.com for $7.99.

In other news, I’m already deep in planning for my next book which I hope to begin in early March. It’s a stand alone novel about a demon hunter and his too-curious-for-her-own-good neighbor. It’s got sexy demons, magic, missing girls, a brooding hero with a dark secret, intrigue, body switching, mythology, tattoos, cheese whiz, you name it. I’m thinking of calling it In Darkness Bound or Let Darkness Bind Them.

Psst – Nine Steps to Sara is also free today on Kindle.

Again it only took about a month after it was released as an ebook but it’s available to purchase through Amazon.com.

So, to celebrate, here’s another excerpt from the book that takes place when Mercy hears the call of Gabriel’s horn and sits in on an Angel Jamboree.

With a little wave to Daphne to let her know I’d arrived safely, I started into the trees, the call even stronger on that side of the water, even though I couldn’t hear the actual horn anymore. The island itself wasn’t huge, and I didn’t see any structures on it or a dock for boats to tie up there. The trees were dense though, and I had to pick my way carefully through the underbrush as there were no trails to follow.

A rush of air was my only warning as Sam landed beside me. “What are you doing here?” I asked automatically, though I could guess he’d heard the same call as I did.

“I could ask you the same question,” he replied, his voice hushed as he looked around carefully.

“I heard that sound, like a horn calling me, so I came to check it out. It’s an angel thing, isn’t it?”

“You heard that?” he blinked. “Nevermind. Go home, Mercy. You don’t belong here.” Sam strode away from me at a brisk pace.

Like I was gonna turn around and head for home. He should have known me much better than that. I chased after him, knowing instinctively that he was headed in the right direction. “What is it? A meeting of the Fallen Angels Club and I can’t come?”

“Not fallen angels,” he said shortly and I could understand why he was so tense. This was a meeting of the big boys, and I was strictly persona non grata with them.

“So what are you doing here then?” He didn’t seem like the type to flaunt the rules.

“I am not joining them; I am merely trying to…”

“You’re spying!” I hissed back at him, tickled beyond belief to find he wasn’t above something petty like that, and a flush of color stole up the side of his face.

“I only want to know if their plans will affect those I care about.”

Me. I could read that on his face plainly enough. He wanted to know if they were holding a pow wow about my situation. “Okay then, I’m coming too.”

“They will see you.”

“Not if I’m real sneaky like,” I grinned, slowing instinctively as the trees started to thin out.
And then I spotted them. Angels. Gobs of ‘em.
A dozen or so angels stood alone or in pairs, chatting amiably like it was a church social. Their auras gleamed against the gray, overcast day, casting the clearing in a halo of golden light almost as if it were a sunny day. “Wow, what are they all doing here?” I whispered, ducking behind a tree.

“They came in response to Gabriel’s horn, as you and I did.”

That begged the question, “which one is Gabriel?”

“The one with the horn, duh; standing over there by Nathanael.”

Sometimes I liked him better before he picked up on modern qualities like sarcasm. “Oh,” I whispered back shortly. The pair of them stood next to each other but didn’t appear to be talking, Nathanael looking stern as ever; Gabriel serious, but not quite as intimidating as his brother. As we watched, Gabriel lifted the horn to his lips and blew out another impossibly long note without taking a breath and the pull towards the clearing grew impossible to ignore. “I’m gonna go check things out.”

Sam immediately caught hold of my arm, stepping into my path. “Mercy, you can’t go out there, it’s forbidden.”

“Then why are they calling me?” Maybe the horn didn’t discriminate against the Fallen or weird hybrids like I was. All I knew was, I had to get into that meadow and find out what all the fuss was about. Side stepping around him, I tugged my arm free.

“They’ll see you,” Sam hissed after me but I was undeterred.

“I know but… don’t you feel it? I have to go.” For a moment I thought he might try to tackle me to the ground, but instead he retreated back into the shelter of the trees as I approached the clearing. As soon as I was spotted, all eyes were on me with varying degrees of shock and surprise. Most of them appeared curious, but more than a few were openly disapproving of my arrival and I started to rethink the wisdom of venturing into their midst unannounced. The gathering parted, giving me a wide berth as if I’d brought contagion with me.

Not that I got far, as Nathanael stepped up to block my path. “Leave this place,” he ordered imperiously, but I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me.

“Hey, you’re the ones that called; I came to see what was going on.”

“You were not summoned; the call was for the heavenly host only.”

“Then what am I doing here? Obviously I was summoned or how would I even know you were having a jamboree in the first place?” I pointed out, and I could see the effect my words were having on the crowd.

“She speaks the truth,” one of the angels nodded, but Nathanael wasn’t having any of it.

“The call is sometimes heard by the Fallen, it does not mean they are among the chosen.”

Another stepped forward. His long dark hair and close cropped beard reminded me a little of the big JC, but he had quite a bit more muscle on his frame. Dressed in a cashmere turtleneck and dress slacks all in earth tones, he was the epitome of refined grace and his voice was cultured and well spoken. “She is not of the Fallen, and she shares the Grace of God. Should she not be privy to his words?” I liked this guy on sight and I was glad to have him in my corner.

“This is not to be borne! Will we allow our ranks to be polluted by this abomination?” Nathanael demanded, and I was afraid he might physically toss me out of the clearing in another moment. But at Gabriel’s light touch he quieted, his face dark and glowering. I had unconsciously taken a step backwards in the face of Nate’s anger but forced myself to hold my ground as Gabriel approached.

“I haven’t done anything wrong. But if you want me to leave… I will,” I said respectfully, all of the sarcasm falling out of my tone. Unlike Nathanael, who rubbed me the wrong way from day one with his pompous attitude, Gabriel radiated authority but also a gentleness. It soothed my prickly temper, and I found I really craved his approval. All looked to Gabriel who studied me with those big blue eyes, a touch of melancholy to his expression. It made me wonder; was he bummed because I interrupted his party, or because of something else? He approached slowly, coming to stop a couple of feet away from me. I expected him to say something, but he just stood there looking at me. Could Gabriel read minds? Was he trying to judge the quality of my soul based on the Grace? Was he wondering if he was going to miss Monday Night Football by the time all of this was over? I couldn’t tell what was going on in that head of his, but he seemed to come to a decision, his head bowing the slightest of nods before he turned and strode away.

Apparently I’d passed some kind of test, because the other angels clustered around me then, and I was reminded that I really was like a shiny new toy to them. Most kept a respectful distance as though they were afraid to commit to actually choosing a side, but a few came closer to introduce themselves, their voices full of varying degrees of reverence and amusement. I felt a little like the belle of the ball; if the ball was full of glowing sexy angels. I’d never seen so much perfection in one place. Ever. Of course I hadn’t heard of any of them in particular, until one approached, the one with long dark hair who had stood up to Nathanael in my defense.

“Greetings,” he nodded formally.

“Hi,” I nodded back.

“You are well?”

“Yes, I’m… well. I guess.” It seemed an odd question after my outburst but then I remembered that they weren’t all that big on small talk. At least this one didn’t look like he was afraid to talk to me. “Hey, I’m a little rusty on my angel mind reading, is it actually okay for me to be here? ‘Cause I could leave if it’s gonna cause a problem.” I wasn’t sure how much leeway I was given from that slight nod out of Gabriel.

“No, you were given leave to attend, though as I understand it, it pertains to this gathering only.”

“Wow, I must have missed that part of the message. You got all that from a single nod?”

He chuckled at that, a deep rich sound that made my stomach flutter. “We are all familiar with Gabriel’s ways; he is not one for words.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that. I looked over to where Gabriel watched over the crowd with that same impassive expression on his face. Was there supposed to be a formal announcement or were they waiting for me to leave to get back to angelic business? Deciding not to worry about it, I turned my attention back to my tall, new friend. “Listen, thanks for your help back there with Nathanael, that guy’s got it in for me big time, I appreciate the support.”

“Of course, I could do nothing else, Merceline,” he sketched a half bow.

“It’s Mercy,” I corrected him automatically. “Does everyone here know who I am?”

“Oh yes, word of your… evolution has been spoken of in the highest of places.”

“And the lowest,” I muttered, not at all happy with my lack of privacy those days.

“You speak of your capture by Raum. I was both pleased and impressed to learn of your escape.”

There he went again, knowing all about my business. It was a little flattering, but mostly it was kinda creepy, the idea that there were a bunch of people out there knowing the ins and outs of my daily life. “Seriously, how do you know all of this?” Sam had spoken of the angels watching over me, was he one of them?

“I made it my business to know. You don’t seem to understand the impact you’ve had on our world, my dear lady.”

“Oh?”

“Oh yes, in all the years of our existence, there has never been one such as you. You are…”

“Yeah, I know, I’m new. I get that a lot,” I sighed and he chuckled again.

“Do not take it to heart that many of my kind have not accepted you, as a whole we resist change.”

“That’s alright; I never set out to be Miss Popular. Actually I’m a little more worried about the ones that like me a little too much.”

“Could anyone ever care too much, dear lady?”

Uh oh. I recognized the look of infatuation that was starting to gather on his face and I wanted to nip that in the bud. “Yeah well, I’m taken, I mean really taken,” I added quickly, gratified when he got the message and stopped giving me those puppy dog eyes. “I don’t appreciate being kidnapped by demons who are attracted to my Grace or fallen angels who want to use me to escape eternal damnation either. By the way, shouldn’t it be your guys’ job to make sure that doesn’t happen? He’s your prisoner, right?”

“You speak of Azazael.”

“Yep, that’s the one. What kind of a prison is it if he can escape into the Ether whenever he wants or jump into someone’s body?” It seemed like a flawed system to me. Sure his body was chained to a rock, but it obviously wasn’t doing any good if his mind could escape so easily.

“He has come to you in the Ether?”

Maybe it was petty of me, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jolt of happiness for having caught an all knowing angel by surprise. “Oh, so you don’t know every little thing about me after all, do you?” I gloated.

“My apologies, the Ether is difficult for us to monitor.”

“That’s okay.” It was better for me if they didn’t keep too close of an eye on the Ether anyway; it left me feeling less like I was being watched at every turn when I got to spend time with Adam.

“You should not have to bear the brunt of Azazael’s avarice or schemes. Nathanael!” he called out, and I almost wished I’d kept my mouth shut. But if they could help me with my Azazael problem, that would simple my life up big time. “Were you aware that Azazael is stalking this child in the Ether?”

“I am not her keeper, I leave that to you,” he replied with disdain.

My brows came up at that one. This guy was my keeper? Did I have another guardian angel? Not that I was complaining, but how exactly did I rate that? Did he get an assignment to watch over me, or was it his idea all on his own? With an advocate in my corner, I spoke up again. “Yeah, but you don’t want him to escape right? Isn’t there something you can do to keep him from coming after me?”

“Even if I deigned to concern myself with your plight, we are bound by God’s instructions, unable to take action without direction. So there is little that can be done against Azazael unless and until he actually escapes his bonds.”

The sonofabitch actually looked happy about that little loophole that allowed Azazael to keep tormenting me with no retribution. I had to wonder; was he always like this? Or was it just me who got his knickers in a knot? While I had pretty much expected a response like that from good ol’ Nate, my new champion clearly was not.

“Still, you cannot believe it is His will for Azazael to escape,” he pressed, but Nathanael wasn’t interested.

“I have learned not to try and anticipate God’s will and I would caution you to do the same,” Nathanael replied stiffly. “If you feel that strongly about it, take up a petition, you know the proper channels.”

“I shall.”

“Fine, may we get back to business now?” The air fairly crackled with enmity as the two angels squared off, but my friend was the first one to back down.

“I humbly await your pronouncement,” he gave a low bow before stalking off.

“That guy is a total asshat,” I muttered under my breath and the angel standing next to me gave a nervous titter of laughter. He soon quieted under Nathanael’s disapproving glare though and we all sobered, waiting for whatever angel business was on the docket.

Because I love visualizing who would be cast in a movie version of my books and I think it’s fun to share, here is my dream casting of who would play everybody in Mercy for the Wicked.









The main players stay the same:

Mercy – Amelia Warner – a pretty obscure British actress who I think is beautiful and spirited.





Sam – a younger Jude Law, pre-Talented Mr. Ripley. I came across a couple of pictures of him taken by the paparazzi and he was a little ruffled and baffled looking, it really caught that part of Sam’s clueless personality.




Adam – Ian Somerhalder because let’s face it, he could play this character in his sleep and he’s just a sexy beast.





Ben – Mark Rufalo – he has that every guy quality that’s easy to overlook sometimes, but he can be so charming!





Parker – Bradley Cooper – because he can play an ass and still be pretty to look at.





Matty – Justin Long – I think he could pull off the slacker brother so well.






Daphne – Amanda Seyfried – with that long blonde hair and blue eyes, she has that wide eyed innocence that I associate with Daphne





Nathanael – Matthew McFadyen (go see him in Pride and Prejudice as Mr. Darcy) – He has the intensity to look really pious and thunderous..





This time around we have some new characters:

Azazael – Orlando Bloom a la Pirates of the Carribean. He’s a good looking guy, but I dunno, something about him makes me want to smack him.





Raziel – Oded Fehr like from The Mummy days, but no facial tattoos. Or possibly from Deuce Bigalow male gigolo.





Raum – Christopher Eccleston, like he was in Dr. Who. Just kinda jazzed about life, even when things are going to shit.





Gabriel – Eric Bana, because he can communicate a lot with just his eyes.






Ubel – Kevin Durand Wouldn’t he make an outstanding demon with big, sharp, nasty, pointy teeth?





Bert – Mackenzie Crook from Pirates of the Carribean.






Hubie – Lee Arenberg also from Pirates of the Carribean, okay so I have no idea why I have so many people from Pirates of the Carribean in this one, it just worked out that way!





And of course…

Mimsy – one of my own cats! Because she’s so cute and curious and her squeaky sounds are like nothing I’ve heard from a cat before.





“Sam?” I stepped out into the hallway, wrapping my warm, fuzzy cardigan a little tighter to my body. There was no answer and I started to wonder if it wasn’t such a hot idea to be stepping out of my apartment into a deserted hallway with a pack of demons on my trail. “Sam, is that you or should I be calling the cops?” The top of Sam’s head peeked out of the stairwell, just his eyes visible, and he gave a shy, little wave. “What are you doing down there?” I waved him over. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I started to think there was someone out here waiting to get me,” I grabbed his elbow and tugged him closer once he came into reach.

“I panicked,” he said softly and I blinked at him, digesting that for a moment. The big bad angel of death (formerly anyway) who I’d seen slam a demon down on a bar one handed, had panicked?

“Why?”

“It wasn’t you who came to the door.”

I mashed my lips together to keep from smiling over the admission; it was a big step that he was there at all. “It’s only Daphne, who you’ve seen a zillion times, why don’t you come on in and meet her?” I could see her out of the corner of my eye, practically vibrating with excitement to finally meet my ‘guardian angel’.

“Alright,” he nodded, looking all around as he stepped over the threshold, as if he hadn’t been inside my apartment before. Come to think of it, it was Adam who’d spent more time at my place, not Sam.

“Sam, this is Daphne, Daphne, Sam,” I did the honors, and Daphne stuck out her hand.

“How do you do?” she said formally.

“Very well thank you, and yourself?” Sam took her hand and clasped it in his briefly before letting go.

“Fine, thank you.” They were both so friendly and polite; I hoped it wouldn’t be awkward for the rest of the night. I shut the door behind us, turning back to see them staring back at each other, neither one of them uttering a word until Sam spoke again.

“I have heard many good things about you, Daphne, Mercy speaks well of you, indeed.”

A smile spread over Daphne’s face as she came back to life. “She talks up a storm about you too. Though I have to admit, for a while I wasn’t sure if you were real or a figment of her imagination.”

“Understandable,” he nodded soberly.

“Jiminy Christmas, but your eyes are blue…” she murmured and Sam stood very still while she finished her inspection.

“Yes, they are,” he nodded again. “You are quite colorful as well.”

“I am?” she looked down at her clothes. Dressed casually for her impromptu date with Mitch, she was wearing a pale blue sweater over slim fitting jeans.

“Yes, I can see why Mercy is so fond of you.” Sam’s eyes swept over her body and I began to understand he was talking about the quality of her soul which radiated a bright, cheerful orange with warm pink highlights. Sensing her confusion, I decided to break up the little love fest in the hallway, moving past them into the living room.

“Okay guys, its time for the movie. Sam, would you like some ice cream?”

“No, thank you.”

Daphne followed my lead, with Sam following along behind. “Are you sure? It’s chocolate fudge explosion.”

“Explosion is good?” his brows climbed dubiously, taking a seat beside me on the couch. Mimsy immediately jumped onto his lap and he stroked her back absently.

“Very good,” I nodded, putting a small bite on the end of my spoon and holding it up to him. “It can’t hurt to try it, right?” He leaned towards the spoon, eyeing the melting concoction warily before taking the tiniest bit between his lips. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone taste chocolate for the first time ever, but I swear it was right up there with a religious experience, and for an angel, that’s saying a lot. Sam’s entire face transformed into a wondrous smile, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “What do you think?” I grinned.

“Explosion is very good,” Sam nodded, with a longing look to the rest of my ice cream.

“Here, knock yourself out,” I handed the stein full of ice cream over and rose to make myself another. “Oh, but don’t eat it too… fast…” I looked back to see his mouth closing around an enormous bite of ice cream, his eyes widening slightly at the temperature change. “You might end up with an ice cream headache.” It was a little late for the warning now, and sure enough, his face scrunched up tight with pain.

“Ahhh… I do not like ice cream explosions,” he frowned, setting the cup down on the table as he pressed a hand to his head.

Mercy for the Wicked is now available for sale as an eBook on Amazon.com and BarnesAndNoble.com! It’s out as an e-book for $3.99 but you don’t have to have a Kindle or Nook to read it, they have free downloadable apps so you can read it on your PC, or even your phone. It’ll be available in print as well in a week or two through Amazon.

I decided to go with the sword for the cover art in the end because I don’t want to be limited to the eyes theme for future books, I decided the eyes weren’t menacing enough and I love the rich red background, so pretty!

Now I’ll take about five minutes to breathe before I get going on the edits for Pretty Witches All in a Row which I hope to have released in early October, just in time for Halloween!   Then it’s back to work on The Fallen series with Mercy for the Damned.

psst… Psawyer1, please contact me to make arrangements for your free book!

The edits are coming along very, very well by the way, I hope to have Mercy for the Wicked ready to publish in the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned!

(and enter to win a free copy of one of my books!)

Okay guys, it’s time to give me your thoughts and feedback over the cover art for Mercy for the Wicked. Anyone who comments on the covers on the website will be automatically entered for a chance to win a copy of one of my books (your choice of Angel of Mercy or The Touch, or if you’re feeling patient, you could wait for Mercy for the Wicked to come out!). I won’t say which one of these is my favorite, but take a look at the blurb below and let us know which cover you prefer. We’d also love to hear constructive criticism and ideas for how to improve them if you have any suggestions.

“How do you tell a guy that you’re being stalked by demons without sounding like a fruitcake? Even if he really cares about you, there’s bound to be that moment when he looks at you like you’re a total nutbar, right?”

Mercy is back, and in a world of trouble as factions from above and below vie for her attention, pulling her from the carefully constructed ‘normalcy’ of her life. After confessing all to boyfriend Ben, Mercy is counting on fallen angel Samael to help protect her while she deals with the sting of Adam’s abandonment. But self control has never been Adam’s strong suit. When Mercy is pursued from all sides, will Adam be able to resist playing the hero? Or will Mercy get tired of waiting and save herself? In the end, Mercy must decide, is the enemy of her enemy her friend? Or just a worse enemy?

Despite work seriously kicking my ass lately, the new book is going well, I’m just about 48,000 words into it and so far, Adam has hijacked it twice, changing my outline to suit his purposes.  I have to say, I like his ideas better than mine, and I hope you will too.

Here is a little taste:

All I knew was that I dreaded the moment it would end, because I knew each time we parted it would be harder to say goodbye. So I concentrated on making a memory to last me through those times when we’d be apart, savoring every touch of his hands, every brush of his lips, every breath that mingled with mine until finally he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine.

“I hate to say this, but…”

“You have to go,” I nodded slowly, but neither of us moved to part just yet. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

“I know,” Adam sighed, fingers tracing over the curve of my jaw.

“I have a life. I have a boyfriend.” Inside I dared him to challenge me about it, claim me as his, but his face just darkened.

“I know.”

Disappointed, I pushed a little harder. “You can’t expect me to wait around for you forever; taking whatever crumbs you toss my way when you feel like it.” But I would, I knew that about myself and I felt like shit for it, because it wasn’t fair to Ben and it wasn’t fair to me.

“I know.”

A furrow appeared on his brow and I wasn’t sure he was even listening to me anymore. “Will you stop saying you know? Can’t you give me something to hold onto? Some kind of hope? Or is this it? You’re leaving me here until you’re good and ready and when you do take me out of this place, things go back to the way they were? You in whatever forsaken corner of the world you’re holed up in, and me…”

“Shut up for a minute, I’m thinking,” he muttered absently and my eyes closed as I tried to reign in my temper. Sweet Jesus, why did I bother?

*** 

Ah you gotta love a man with a plan, right?  And Adam definitely has a plan…  Too bad Mercy doesn’t follow instructions particularly well.